The city by the bae. San Francisco, California.Time flies but the bridge remains the same. It takes forever to cross it. The wind blows, the rain drops, but even if the hair is messy they fancy to take a selfie. Wandering inside the city. Walking uphill. Looking at the skyscrapers the mind in the air. Skating downhill. Ignoring the bus crossing. The mind still in the air. Things don’t change here. Wait, look, what’s that crossing? Oh, nothing. Just a Native looking bloke. Tonight baby we’ve got to party. Pick your helmet, tie a flag around your neck. No tuxedo. Let’s roller-disco in San Francisco.